Something Inconspicuous

 I wanted to write an entry this morning but instead I drove to Walmart to pick up a few things before a family road trip. I also bought myself a one dollar ice coffee from McDonald's on the way home cuz I have no shame. I intend to milk summer drink days for as long as I can even if it's a complete rip off nowadays. Since I was driving by myself, I got to play my music which is very eclectic. I could play the same two songs over and over again and never get bored but those two songs could be completely different and I'll switch without skipping a beat. Currently I've been obsessed with "Defying Gravity" from the Broadway Musical "Wicked", it's such a powerful and heartfelt song. I love to belt it out at the top of my lungs but I can never do it justice, no one sings it like Indina Menzel. So there I was, driving to Walmart at a red light with two young girls in a Range Rover beside me who were definitely judging me as I screamed "But nobody...

 Today's a good day for me, I'm glad cuz I definitely needed one. I've been feeling a bit gloomy these last couple of days if you couldn't tell from my latest entries. Hope it didn't rub off and bring other people's mood down. Emotions are contagious and I don't want someone else to feel sad simply because I do, I don't think it's fair. It's funny how we as humans are so often like that, we'll let you cry on our shoulder no problem but are so hesitant to cry on someone else's.  I have good friends with strong sets of shoulders. They'll listen to me rant about the same problem over and over. I don't think we are truly friends unless you've seen me cry at least once. But enough about crying, the sun is shinning and summer drink days are back at McDonald's. Since my parents do all the grocery shopping for our house, I honesty didn't realize how bad inflation has gotten until I saw the prices for summer drinks at McDonald...

 Here I am, once again writing past midnight cuz I didn't fully learn my lesson in entry 18. I don't even know what I want to write about right now, I just know that I want to write. This post is gonna be a little deeper and gloomier than my usual stuff but please bear with me. I'm a very emotional person, I'm constantly on the verge of tears for no real reason. But despite this, I don't believe in wasted tears. Tears should always mean something, whether you are mourning something or someone you have lost, crying of laughter and gratefulness, or disliking yourself a little more than you usually do, tears mean something.  Tears help us move on to the next step by allowing us to process our emotions. To me wiping away your tears is like picking yourself up off the floor and saying "We go again". But some people get stuck on the floor, too afraid that they'll fall again or that they are unworthy of a second chance. The hardest prison to bust out of is th...

 I don't know why but I've been scared of my computer for the past two days. It goes like this; I want to write an entry, I pick up my computer, turn it on and then quickly turn it off and put it back on my desk, I then put my headphones on, blast music, and walk away. But this to be or not to be dance is killing me and Hamlet is a prime example of the consequences of inaction. Therefore I have valiantly picked up my laptop and have let the thoughts loose as my hands run along the keyboard and try to keep up. I think that's why I've been avoiding my computer, I'm scared of thinking, scared of feeling too much cuz I always do.  I'm also scared of being a little too deep and honest, especially after last post. I don't think I overshared but I definitely came closer than I normally do. These entries aren't some secret diary that only I have access to. They are also not meant to be a place for me to rant about my problems or cry and complain. The vibes are ...

 It's almost 2 am, a psychologically sound person would probably be sleeping by now. I on the other hand have spend the past two hours on an ambitious art endeavor. A lot of people I know and love are going through a hard time right now. Also, a lot of people that I know and love have helped me when I've gone through a hard time without even realizing it. As a result my heart feels obligated to give them a little piece of me through my words and art. I'll talk a little more about this project of mine in the future when I reflect on it's completion. But for now, all you need to know is that this isn't the first time I've made cards for certain people in my life.  It's something I picked up during the pandemic when we were all cooped up in our homes and people starting writing cards and letters again. I've always enjoyed drawing, painting, and other similar crafts. One day I combined this hobby with my love of writing and throughout the years I've made...

May is my favorite month of the year and in a blink of the eye almost half of it is over. I can't believe it will be June in 3 weeks, summer is literally just around the corner. There something special about summer, like the whole world comes alive in the sunshine. Personally, winter is my favorite season but despite that I fully understand the hype that revolves around summer. People think I'm crazy when I say that winter is my favorite, especially when I don't participate in most winter activities like skating or snowboarding. Instead I like to put on my snow pants and sit outside and read. Me and my sister also try to make a snowman every year. Last year two of our friends joined in on our tradition and we went out for warm bowls of soup afterwards.  I love the peacefulness and quiet of the winter, especially those mornings when you wake up and the snow is falling slowly to the ground in big fluffy chunks. I also really like the rain, especially in the summer. Hanging ou...

 Forgive me if this post is a little longer or shorter than usual, I can’t really see how much I’ve written. That’s because I’m writing this entry on my phone instead of my computer since I’m not home at the moment. Currently I am in Quebec City, an 8 hour drive from my home. I’ve never driven this far but it was a relatively easy drive. It was a straight road with trees lining both sides of the highway. I’ve been to Quebec a couple of times and every time I go I fall in love with the French Language. I was in French Immersion for 8 years so I know more French than your average Canadian. That being said I understand it more than I speak or write it. It’s such a pretty language and I enjoy practicing what I’m going to say when ordering or asking for directions. So far I’d like to say I’ve been doing considerably well even though I haven’t spoken French in what feels like centuries. Everyone I’ve spoken to is really nice and I can tell they appreciate the effort. My only complaint is...

I wanted to write another entry sooner but in typical Abby fashion I was too busy. I've been working longer shifts at work since I'm done school for the next four months and I have a bunch of other weekly commitments that put this blog on the back burner. I got up at 5:30 am today and have been on the go until 11:00 pm. Now at 12:30 am I finally have time to write and organize my thoughts. That being said, I don't know if writing late at night is a good idea but oh well we'll give it a shot. When I got home tonight around 11:00 pm, I started to clean my room while listening to music. I don't know why but I find it difficult to sleep in an outrageously messy room. For the most part, I keep my room pretty clean. But because I have a lot of hobbies it gets pretty crowded pretty quickly. My room is never crispy clean but I know where everything is and I could invite someone over and show them my room without being embarrassed by it's current state. Right now there i...